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from “It’s a Small World”

I crawled out dumb as a rock and webbed like you. Wedded to catchphrases and conspiring factors. Mortal and fairly ugly sometimes, though sometimes not. And lately, Friend, when you and I are together, I feel more solitude than I do alone.

Posted in Hayes, Terrance, Poetry.

By chris
6/8/2005

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